Date:         Fri, 5 Sep 2008 23:38:40 -0500
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 Crossing the Highway
 by Alfred E. Lord Tennisbum


  oil changed, a tank of gas,
  the engine reving free,
  release the brake, and off we go,alas,
  the final drive for bus ... and me.

  upon a road as I have never seen before,
  with pavement smooth and wide,
  and yet, through Fields Elysium of yore,
  a pleasant ride.

  Day to Dusk, and now the Dark,
  And still the road is light,
  a sign ahead I see, a roadside park:
  always open.

  in there, a shop with glowing light still stands
  and beckons all to bring
  their bus and soul to The Mechanic's hands,
  to be rebuilt again.